I had woken up right on time to make it to the first activity that I had planned. As we boarded the boat for the sunset cruise, I took everything in. We had driven for 30 minutes to get here, and I realized we were on the calm side of the island. This side was swarming with people. I could hear loud music in the distance, and I could see some of the locals underneath a hut dancing.
He guided me through the crowd, and we found a place to sit. I sat down next to him, and he put his arm around me and brought me closer.
There was soft music playing, and people walking about freely and talking quietly as we waited for the tour to officially start.
“A drink for you, all?” The server came over and asked with a tray of frozen drinks.
I looked at Q and rolled my eyes before I turned to her.
“No, thank you,” I said as I declined the drink. He made sure to let me know that the wine that I had on the plane would be my last drink this weekend because he wanted to ensure I had a sober experience. As if he were in denial that I would do just about anything he asked me to, anyway, no liquor needed.
“Good girl,” he said as he kissed the tip of my nose.
The cruise officially started, and while I booked it just to stargaze and sail the sea, he was the only one of us on the entire boat tuned into what the tour guide was saying. I knew from the moment that I saw him watching Shark Tank that he was a little nerdy. But I didn’t expect anything less from someone who had a PhD. Though nothing was more attractive than a man who was as intelligent as he was nasty.
“You’re tuned in to this tour,” I whispered to him.
He turned to me with a grin on his face, “B, you’re the damn sea turtle, you brought me out here, the least I could do is listen.” He scoffed as I laughed at his disdain for my love for the ocean.
“Whatever,” I said, pretending to give the guide my attention.
The boat was quiet as the guide spoke over the speaker for almost an hour. But once it was time for us to return to the dock, everything shifted. The music was louder, and the chatter of people started just as loud.
People stood and stretched, crowding to the front to get off. The deck lights flickered and dimmed. Making the atmosphere now a dark glow.
The passengers brushed past us as I turned to walk toward the front as well.
Q stopped me and pulled my arm, “Nah, let them go.”
My brows furrowed. There was so much going on around us. The boat was rocking now that it was on smaller waves. I heard loud laughter a few feet away, and a couple stumbled and bumped into us. But he just stood there.
He moved closer to me and pressed my back against the railing. His hand slid from my waist to the back of my thigh as he lifted it and pulled me toward him.
“Q,” I warned him under my breath.
He leaned close to me with his lips brushing my ear, “You said you wanted the full experience, right? You booked this tour because you said you wanted to be under the stars. You thought I was going to let you leave without giving you memories?”
Naively, I expected we would have a nice, quiet evening on the boat. But I guess that was my mistake.
I put my hand on the back of his neck and brought his lips to mine. The kiss was deep, and I could feel him releasing his dick and pulling my panties to the side.
He eased inside of me. I bit my lip to hold in my moans.
My pulse jumped once I realized that we were so close. The dock was right there now. Crew members were tossing ropes. People were lining up. We were in plain sight, except no one was looking. Everyone was distracted.
Crew members were shouting directions. Then, a deckhand walked past. He was close enough that I could see the logo on his shirt. If he looked down. If anyone looked down or came to the back of the boat, they’d see us.
The risk should have made me ashamed to be on this boat in this position, letting Quentin fuck me against the railings, but it did the exact opposite. It made me feel reckless. It turned me on even more.
My nails dug into his shoulders as his hips snapped deliberately as the waves crashed into the exterior of the boat.
“Fuck, Breeze,” Quentin grunted.
The music hid the noise between the two of us. Sounds of fabric shifting, and me panting against his chest.
“Eyes open,” He commanded with his mouth at my neck and his hand cupping my chin, and that itself had me undone.
I grabbed him tighter as I tried to choke back the scream threatening to escape me. He came a second after, just as the boat bumped the dock.
